Rebekah Pov

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I cried, hugging Hayley, who was sobbing loudly. This has been going on for two and a half days. No one has eaten anything everything seemed frozen in time. Klaus was on the floor with his head in his hands, shaking violently.

Elijah was on the other side of Hayley looking distraught. Marcel had his head in his hands. I tried to tell myself over and over again. That this was all just a dream. Another part of me knew this was real, Luna was gone.

My best friend was gone.

How were we supposed to tell everyone?

I couldn't even think about telling Kol they were so close. Where was he anyway, and where was Davina?

I looked around the room and closed my eyes again, and put my head on Hayley's shoulder. How were we ever going to get over this? I don't even think Klaus could make it without Luna. Without Luna, he would be a lost cause.

I sat up and removed Hayley off me, and she clung to Elijah like she was clinging to life. I had heard footsteps and a heartbeat. Klaus lifted his head up from his arms. Not hiding his pale tear stricken face. I looked at Marcel, who was looking worriedly at the door.

It opened relieving Luna, but this one had a beating heart and air in her lungs. Her green/gray eyes widened as she took everything in the room. I didn't blame her.

The next thing I knew, Klaus had his arms wrapped around Luna. He was still shaky.

He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, and he left.

Hayley ran to Luna, who opened her arms.

"You we-weren't breathing. You were co-cold will you plea-please stop trying to die. Because if you die, then I die too," wept Hayley, through hiccups and freshly shred tears.

"Hayley, calm down. I am breathing, and I'm not trying to die. It was my mom. We talked a lot..."

"I beg your pardon?" Elijah interjected, looking just as confused as the rest of us.

"My mother is the one who put me in that deep sleep. We had a long talk. It was nice seeing her again. I only ever see her when I am hurt or when something bad is about to happen. It felt like I only talked to her for an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

Hayley pulled away and kissed Luna on the cheek, and went to go upstairs. She called out 'good night' to everyone. Elijah followed after her but promised he would be back.

"Isn't she going to bed a little early?"

Marcel shook his head. "Well, it is three in the morning, and Hayley hasn't slept since Wednesday. And today is Friday, so..."

Luna shook her head, looking confused, "No, today is Wednesday."

I grabbed Luna's hands, shaking my head, "No, today is Friday. You've been dead for two, almost three days."

Luna blinked, "Two days, I've been dead for two days. How it only felt like an hour?" I walked over to her and put my arms around her.

Luna started crying, and Marcel came over and put his hand on her back, comforting her. Elijah came in concern written all over his face.

"Luna, why are you crying?" Asked Elijah, who was kneeling in front of her.

Luna looked up at all of us and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just thought about if we switched places. If anyone in this family got hurt or killed, I couldn't even imagine. I put you guys through unnecessary pain, and for that, I am so...sorry."

Luna wrapped her arms around me, Marcel, and Elijah. Telling her that it was not her fault. We were now in some kind of group hug. We broke apart and said out goodbyes.

I was tired, but I offered to take Luna up to her room. I would probably be staying the night there.

...

Luna Pov

...

I smiled at Rebekah, who smiled back. It was good to be back, and I was going to enjoy tonight, because I know what the horrors of tomorrow will be.

Tomorrow my werewolf gene would be fully, activated. My curse, would be fulfilled. That would come with a lot of benefits. According to my mother, the most important benefit, is balance. I couldn't argue with that, having some balance in my life would probably do me some good.

I took a quick hot shower. I brushed my teeth and walked out of my bathroom. I looked through my dresser, where I kept all of the nightgowns Kol had gotten me as an early birthday present. I didn't know why he had gotten me them for my birthday, which wasn't until next September, and it was only January.

If I had to guess, it would be to piss Klaus off. I had worn some of them. Others, I was too scared to even think about putting on.

I sighed in frustration, thinking that it was hopeless. That I would never, find the perfect one.

At last, I smiled, finding an innocent enough one. It was perfect. The nightgown had spaghetti straps and was light purple in color. The v-neck wasn't too deep so, I figured everything would be okay.

I put my now damp hair in a loose braid.

I looked over at Rebekah, hoping she was still awake so I could get her opinion on my nightgown and how I looked since I was going to Klaus' room.

Rebekah was on my bed with her arms over her head, sound asleep. I sighed and stuck a pillow under her head, and I covered her up and tucked her in.

I grabbed a notebook from my bookcase, and I grabbed a pencil. Explaining where I would be if she were to wake up. I ripped the piece of paper out and put it on the small wooden table that held a few things.

As I walked down the hallway, I admired the walls around me. I did love the compound with all of its unique architecture and out of date modeling, but it could sometimes be creepy. Especially late at night, whenever Marcel's vampires were around me, they would tell stories about seeing things move by themselves. Hearing whispers and the sound of doors opening in the middle of the night. Even though no one was awake.

Whenever they would tell those stories, I made up an excuse to leave.

Things like that freaked me out. It may sound weird not being afraid of vampires, werewolves, or witches, but I was afraid of ghosts'. Because they were something that you couldn't fight, not even with magic that I knew of. The thought of not being able to fight something scared me.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I had finally reached Klaus' door to his room. I raised my hand to knock, and I felt a sudden cold wind behind my back. I turned around and almost screamed a man was behind me. He had short-cropped hair, and he looked to be in his late thirties.

He smiled at me, and I panicked and started knocking on Klaus' door frantically. The door opened immediately, and I went into his arms hearing a chuckle.

I shuddered, "Love, what's wrong?" Asked Klaus, with a slight chuckle in his voice. A voice in the back of my head told me not to tell anyone that I saw that man.

"It was nothing, you know it just feels weird being the only one walking in the hallways, it's too quiet." Klaus nodded understandingly.

"So, where am I sleeping?" I asked. I had naturally assumed the couch.

"Well, you are going to sleep in my bed, and I will watch you from afar."

I laughed and then covered my mouth, scared I had woken everyone up. I listened, waiting, and then looked up at Klaus, who wasn't smiling.

"You can't be serious."

Klaus nodded, but I am serious, love."

I looked at him, shaking my head. "Well, that is not happening. I can sleep on the couch, and you can get some sleep in your bed. You need it."

Klaus folded his arms across his chest, and I stared back at him.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, love."

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. We didn't disagree much, but I refused to let him go without something he needed.

"You need to sleep too, Klaus. You can't stay up for three days straight. When is the last time you've had blood? You are looking a little pale, and you feel cold," I said as I reached down and touched his hand.

"Enough about me, I am worried about you. And until I am certain that your heart will keep beating and you will keep breathing, then I won't sleep. You know I've stayed up for two weeks without getting not even an hour of rest. I am certain that I can do it again."

I sat on the bed and patted a spot next to me. He sighed sitting down. "Whatever you are going to say, just know that it's not going to change my mind." I frowned, he was being so difficult.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" I asked, placing a hand on the side of his face.

"Because I don't want to lose you again, I don't want to feel that pain. Everyone else in this world might be replaceable, but you are the exact opposite of that."

I smiled, "You won't lose me, but you can't keep yourself up all night worrying about me. You may be the original hybrid, but you still need sleep."

Klaus sighed and didn't say anything. He looked at my neck and then looked away quickly. I moved my braid away, to the side. Letting him get a full view of my neck.

"It's okay. I know you're hungry."

Klaus was looking away, but I could still see the veins underneath his eyes.

He saved me from anyone who tried to hurt me, saved me from the witches. The least I could do was offer myself up. If I did, then I would be helping him.

That's all I wanted to do, help him.

I didn't want anything after, I didn't care if I got a thank you or not. That wasn't the point...

"I think I should go down to the kitchen and get some..." Klaus stopped talking, as his tongue darted out and licked his lips.

Klaus' gaze was fixated on my now exposed neck. Klaus growled, closing his eyes. Shifting his body in what looked like pain and discomfort.

"I could hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, and besides I've had worse. Why go all the way downstairs when you have me right here. It's time I pay back some of my debt anyway."

"Luna, you do not owe me anything."

"I owe you my life. The least I can do is help you with whatever I can."

Klaus closed his eyes and put his fingers at the bridge of his nose. "Luna, if I hurt you..."

I put my finger over his lips, stopping him from talking.

"Klaus, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. I trust you, I trust you with my life. If you hurt me, it's okay because you can always heal me."

He scooted closer to me. Our legs were now touching. My naked thigh was against the material of his dark-colored jeans. His eyes were on mine the whole time. I feared that if I looked away, he would change his mind.

He tilted his head and put his lips against my neck, and I shivered. Vaguely remembering that Stefan fed on me once the night of the ball. It had hurt like everything else he had done to me that night, but with Klaus, I knew it had to be different.

Klaus hadn't been rough as he gently sank his fangs into the delicate skin on my neck, breaking it before he reached my flesh. He took his time. He did it gradually like he was trying not to hurt me.

That just made me cherish him even more.

I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

I tried to slow my heartbeat down, because I knew he could hear it, and could possibly feel it. I bit my lip, fighting a gasp. It felt good. I wonder if it would feel the same if he drank from my wrist or even my thigh. I shivered again, shocked at my thoughts and where they were headed.

For me, this entire experience had been pleasurable.

Why did it feel so good?

Someone draining your blood should hurt, but it didn't. At least not for me. Maybe it was because this wasn't just someone. Klaus had the ability to make me feel good when nothing and no one else could. It wasn't so crazy to think that was the reason.

My body started to heat up, I felt warmness in my chest, a soft glowing feeling.

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder, and I put my hand on top of his.

I was just beginning to feel the first stages of dizziness when Klaus pulled his mouth away from my neck. I breathed heavily, my heart feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest. I was already missing the feeling of his lips against my neck. So soft yet firm at the same time.

As I lay, there I imagined what his lips would feel like on mine rather than my neck. It would be unquestionably and undoubtedly better. I would have let him drain me completely. The way I had been feeling, the way he had made me feel; the flush that had crept up onto my cheeks, and the neat careful precise punctures on my neck from his fangs were the onlyremnantsof evidence of what had just taken place.

What startled me were my thoughts.I wanted to do it again.

A voice in the back of my head suggested that I shouldn't mention that. Though part of me wondered what his reaction would be.

Would he be repulsed, weirded, or possibly even creeped out?

Klaus punctured his wrist and offered it to me. I accepted, letting go of his wrist and quietly thanking him after I was done. I was surprised that I could talk. What he did, combined with my thoughts, had me out of breath.

I laid back on the bed, and he joined me. I waited a few moments before turning my head and looking over at him. He had more color to his skin, and the bags had gone from under his eyes. He looked like Klaus.

He looked like my Klaus.

"That was exhilarating."

I smiled and tried to contain the butterflies that were flying everywhere around inside of my body.

"Yeah, it was."

At this point, I was surprised I could still breathe, let alone talk.

"I think you need to catch some sleep, love."

"Klaus, I've been dead for almost three days. I think I've had enough rest."

"You look tired, you know I only want the best for you."

"And you look better. Was it okay?"

He raised a brow, telling me that he was confused. I had to know that.

"My blood, I mean."

A smirk played along the edges of his lips. "It was exquisite. All my years of life and I've never tasted blood like yours. I must say I've never had the pleasure to indulge in anything like it. Yourbouquetis truly lovely, the closest thing I can describe it to is vanilla."

I raised a brow, now I was flustered and confused all at the same time.

"My bouquet?"

The smirk on his lips only seemed to widen until he was full-blown smiling.

"The aroma of your blood. It's something I've never come across in over a thousand years. Talk about mouthwatering, it wouldn't take much to be addicted to its fragrance and flavor."

I smiled, the nervousness rising with my voice, "Thank you, I think. I hope it was enough for you."

"Trust me, it was more than enough, thank you, love."

"It was no problem. Please feel free, whenever your hungry, just take my blood. I only want what's best for you too."

"You would do that?"

"Of course, whatever makes you happy."

"Luna, love, you make me happy, not your blood or fragrance as mouthwatering as the two of those things are."

I melted a little on the inside at that. I made him happy.

Hmmm...he was so sweet...I loved it when he called me love...when he said my name...when he said my blood and fragrance was mouthwatering...maybe I was going crazy...if I was I didn't want to stop...

"Now, I finally know why you keep me around you so much," I said, carefully watching his face.

"Love, I just- are you messing with me."

I shrugged, gently poking at his arm. "I didn't know it would be that easy. Geez, I wasn't even trying."

"I think you've been hanging around with Kol too much."

"I think you are just easy prey because you're tired. It's only natural to feel that way after you've been well fed."

He chuckled, "Well, I think you should go to sleep first, and then and only then will I consider catching up with sleep."

I rolled my eyes and got up while he fixed the sheets and pillows.

"Luna, you have blood on your nightgown." Klaus gestured, and I looked down and noticed he was right.

Some of my blood had dripped down onto my nightgown. I sighed, not knowing what to do next or say, which was really weird. Usually, I knew what to do and what to say.

He was usually so easy to talk to, but why was it so hard now?

Klaus took off his shirt, and I turned away quickly, almost smacking my head against the wall. Maybe I should step back away from it before I injure myself. It seemed like a good idea at the moment. Given what almost just happened.

He chuckled, unfortunately noticing the embarrassing almost incident that had just taken place not moments ago.

"Love, I am just giving you my shirt. Why are you so shy? You've already lost your innocence."

I turned around and pushed Klaus on the chest, he hadn't moved, but I was just being playful. My hands laid there longer than they should have. He was so well built, solid, and warm.

Klaus stepped out of the room as I stripped off the bloody nightgown and put on his t-shirt. It was warm, and it smelled like him. His scent was another thing that puzzled me. I couldn't exactly identify the pleasant soothing musk. But I would immediately recognize it. And know that it was him.

Klaus walked back into the room in all of his shirtless glory. I looked away and bit my lip so hard I was sure teeth marks were visible. He was wearing pajama bottoms. It was hard avoiding looking in that direction. It was very hard, nearly impossible how did he look like a greek god All the time. With his dirty blonde curls, soft blue eyes, intimidatingly tall muscular psyche, and that unforgettable teasing smirk.

I walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers. Klaus got in on the other side. I tried to focus on something else to help me fall asleep. I mean, it wasn't every day that you slept in the same bed as Klaus Mikealson. I sighed, turning over before flipping to the other side again.

I couldn't help but be so indecisive. Did my face and hair look good in that position? Did my butt look unappealing that way? Were my hands folded weirdly when I put them on my stomach?

"Are you always so restless?" I turned slowly, hearing a muffled voice, Klaus' voice.

He was adorable, hot, even with half his face was in a pillow.

"No, ummm, I am just really cold." Klaus sighed and moved closer to me.

Wrapping his arms around me.

"Is this better?"

I shivered. Feeling his warm well-muscled chest against my back.

I tried not to think of how close our bodies were. How they were pressed against each other. How he had pulled me closer.

Damn, I should have turned around, so I'd be facing him.

I bit the inside of my cheek down hard before answering, "Yeah, this is a lot better."

Klaus yawned and tightened his grip on me slightly. I put the back of my head on his shoulder and started to dose off. His breath gently brushed across my cheek, like a feather. A nagging thought in the back of my head told me what was going to happen tomorrow. Reminded me. I had to be ready.

For not only, embracing my werewolf curse, but to fight any battles that needed to be fought.

I pushed it back. Wanting to have a somewhat peaceful night with Klaus.

Before I fell asleep, I swore I felt Klaus press his lips to my neck, exactly where he had drunken from.

After that, I dreamed. About eating chili cheese fries and marrying Klaus, in that exact order.

I needed to stop watching say yes, to the dress with Rebekah.

...

I woke up later that night in a cold sweat. Klaus' arms were wrapped around me in an iron tight grip. I quiet tried to remove myself from his grasp it took a while, but I somehow managed it.

I grabbed my phone and went into the bathroom running the bathroom sink just to make sure I couldn't be overheard.

"Come on, Damon, pick up the phone."

It took about fifteen calls, but Damon picked up the phone, sounding tired and annoyed. He stopped sounding annoyed when he heard my voice.

"Yeah, Luna, what's up?"

I took a deep breath, "There is something I need to do. You can't tell anyone, especially not Stefan. I'm not sure if he's completely clear of what Genevieve's done to him. Make sure no one follows you..."

...

Damon Pov

...

I rubbed my eyes and got out of the car. Trying to wrap my head around what Luna was saying. It was 4:00 in the morning or some shit, and I had stayed up talking, singing, with Cami and Stefan for most of the night. I quietly closed the door trying not to wake Stefan and Cami. I sped away into the woods just in case a certain brother of mine tried to eavesdrop.

Luna was right. There was no way to tell if he had control of himself again. The best thing would be not to risk it.

"So, you want me to steal from the original hybrid, aka Klaus Mikealson." Luna sighed, "Damon, I know that nothing makes sense right now-" I laughed, cutting her off, "Yeah, it doesn't."

"As I have said before, I can't tell you anything right now. You need to switch out the bags. After you switch them, hide them somewhere no one can ever find them. But for now, I need you to find a witch that you trust to put a cloaking spell on them."

I sighed and put my head in my hands. "Luna, there are no bags."

Luna sighed, I could hear water running. I was couldn't help but be confused. Why was she being so secretive? It wasn't like her to be this way.

"Damon, look down at your feet." I rolled my eyes but obeyed. Before I could ask, "how did you do that" she quickly cut me off.

"Damon, I don't have enough time to explain everything to you right now. Just trust me, and as soon as you come back to New Orleans, I'll explain everything. I need you to promise me that you will do whatever it takes."

I frowned, noticing that her voice seemed different, odd, even. Like she was stressed, maybe even anxious.

"I promise," I replied slowly. Part of my was still trying to figure out how I was going to pull this off. The line disconnected then, and I picked up the bags that Luna had somehow mysteriously managed to send.

I went where she told me to go. Things were about to get really rough. I was ready to do what Luna asked me because I promised her I would.

After switching the bags, surprisingly there were no problems. Well, except for that one human, but I compelled him. Thankfully he wasn't on vervain because if he was then I would've had to kill him. I thought about all the witches in Mystic Falls. I knew some more around the world, but I couldn't exactly board an airplane. There wasn't enough time, and I didn't have very many options. I decided that I had no other choice but to go to Bonnie.

I went to her house and knocked a few times no one answered. I knew I couldn't go in the house without an invitation, so I went to the place I swore I would never go again.

Elena's house, the two were best friends so, I figured Bonnie would be there. I knocked on the door and a girl with blonde hair and childlike blue eyes.

"Caroline?" I asked, startled as she put her hands on her hips.

"Damon."

I groaned, this was not going to be easy. I wanted to go to bed, but I also had to help Luna.

"You broke her heart. Do you remember that? If you ever see Stefan around, tell him that his days are numbered."

"Why are you here?" I groaned.

"So I can torture Elena and reign hellfire all over this town," I said sarcastically hoping to break through all this unnecessary tension. It, unfortunately, didn't work, Caroline rolled her eyes. "You are starting to sound like Klaus, don't me you and him are buddies now."

I smiled, "Actually we are brothers now." Caroline burst out laughing.

"Yeah right, that's like saying me and Elena are twins."

I sat down on the porch, this was going to be a long conversation.

Caroline sat down on the inside with the door wide open. "We are brother's in a way. We might not be blood-related, but I am now apart of the Mikealson family. I promised Elijah-" Caroline interrupted me, "Wait, wait, wait, you promised Elijah?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, what's the big deal?" Caroline stared at me her blue eyes wide, "Damon, this is serious. How could you? You have a family here."

I laughed coldly, "It's not all that serious. I am with Mikealsons now, and that makes Klaus my brother. And you mean 'had' a family. I mean, if you want me to be completely honest, you and I weren't really ever family. We were just barely friends, and the same goes for Bonnie. Don't even get me started on Elena and the whole doppelganger mess. I am so over her, and it was just too dramatic with this thing between me, her, and Stefan so, I left. When I joined the Mikealson's as their brother, I felt like I had finally found the place where I belong. And then there's this girl who I really like, look I didn't come here to hurt you, Elena, or Bonnie. I need to get Bonnie to do a cloaking spell, and after she's done with that I will leave."

Caroline stood up, and I did too. "Alright, come in," she said with a sour look on her face. I walked into the kitchen, a familiar part of the Gilbert house.

Caroline came back down the stairs with an angry, tired-looking Bonnie. Her once long hair was cut short into a bob. She was holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

I was hoping that she was drunk, sometimes people tended to act more giving. Caroline pulled a still and sat Bonnie down on it. Bonnie laughed and started singing "twinkle-little star." Yeah, she was definitely drunk.

Caroline sighed, walking towards me, "Well, the good news is she is totally wasted. This means that she won't be in her right mind, and in this case, it's a good thing. I'm not sure if she'll be able to cloak whatever you need to be cloaked because her mind is a little more than clouded right now."

"We will have to try and see, and besides, I don't really have a plan b." Caroline folded her arms, "Who is this for anyway." I did the same, "A friend."

Caroline's eyes lit up, "Oh, you mean that girl that you like."

I laughed, "Oh, no, no. This girl is special, and we are only friends. She is like a daughter to me. Besides, she has already been claimed, and she just doesn't know it yet.

"Claimed by who?" Asked Caroline, walking over to me handing me a beer.

"I'm not sure that you want that answer."

Caroline narrowed her eyes and smiled. I took a drink of the beer she had handed me.

"As long as it's not Klaus."

I choked on the beer, not intentionally. Caroline looked at me quizzically, "Let's get down to business."

It took a little while to get Bonnie to do the spell, but eventually, she did.

"You can always stop by or call when you need to talk. I think we can be great friends if we both put in the effort."

I nodded, and Caroline walked closer to me and hugged me. I wasn't surprised she was a very hands-on person, something that she has in common with Luna.

...

I walked away and into town. I borrowed some random guy's car and drive to the beach if you could call it that. I threw the duffel bags into the water. I had weighed them down beforehand so that they would sink. I drove away and put the car back where I found it.

I then sped back into the woods and to my car.

Which was surprisingly, still there. I could see Cami and Stefan were still asleep in the car. I got in the driver's seat and put my head on the window.

"So, Damon, where have you been?"

I jumped, startled, hitting my head on the roof of my car.

I turned around, Cami was sitting up in the back seat looking side awake.

"I just went to the bathroom." Cami raised an eyebrow "Yeah, uh-huh, for an hour."

I worriedly looked over at Stefan, who was still asleep, but nothing about him was different.

"I had some bad blood."

"Stop with the excuses. Luna explained to me where you were."

"She also told me to put this in your brother's mouth and make him drink it."

I looked at the clear vial she was holding. I looked at some of the leftover potions. It was a clear color, but it had a hint of the color white in it. I knew that with all the time I had spent around with Bonnie, Luna, and Davina that this was a sleeping potion.

Judging by its size, it should knock my brother out for a day and a half. I took Stefan out of the car and put him up against a tree. I sent him a text message explaining what I had to do. I didn't tell him about the bag switching, I couldn't fully trust him yet And I had a feeling Luna didn't want me to tell him anything else.

I backed my car out of the trail.

Cami was sitting in the passenger seat as I drove us away from Mystic Falls and back into New Orleans.

...

Kol Pov

...

I winced, feeling a pain in my neck. I opened my eyes and wished I hadn't. Genevieve's face was hovering over me. I cringed back when she put her hand on my cheek.

I slapped her hand away, trying not to kill her because then she could hurt Davina.

Davina, who was still passed out, on the floor. I didn't know how much blood she had left.

"Oh, Kol, what's the matter you don't like me?"

I laughed coldly, standing up. "Are you bloody mad? You are keeping Davina and I hostage. You have hurt her in more ways than one. You have threatened my brother, my family, and my best friend. How else would you expect me to react?"

I breathed in and out slowly and deeply. Using whatever tactic I could to control my anger, I could feel that it was slipping through the cracks.

Genevieve smiled and put her hands inside my shirt. "Hmm...for the youngest Mikealson brother, you are very well built. Not as well as Klaus, but I can only imagine the things you do with those hands."

Genevieve grabbed my hand and put it against her thigh. My hands started to shake, but I closed them into a fist and tried to pretend I was somewhere else, preferably with Davina. On the couch in my room watching one of those cheesy Hallmark movies that she loves so much.

I thought about Luna and then remembered about her visions. Maybe she could see me and save Davina from this awful place.

I had a hunch on how to reach her. There were ways...

...

Luna Pov

...

After talking with Damon, I turned the water off and walked back into the room. I froze in confusion. Klaus was gone. The sheets and blankets were all twisted like there had been a fight.

Where could he be?

I walked to the balcony part of his room and saw nothing. I sighed, turning around only to be met with Klaus' warm chest.

On instinct, I had put my hands up to steady myself, here we go again...

"Luna, are you okay I heard talking."

I closed my eyes trying to make up an excuse. Instead of lying straight to his face, I decided that I was just going to tell him a half-truth.

"Yeah, I'm fine I just had a bad dream. And I was talking to myself in the mirror, telling myself everything was going to be fine. Usually, I say it in my head, but sometimes it helps to say it out loud to."

Klaus nodded and guided me back to the bed. His hand rested on the small of my back.

I slipped under the covers and got into his arms again. It felt so natural. Almost as if I had been doing this my whole life.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head into his chest.

Here I was safe, here I was warm, here I was protected.

"I just want you to know that I am going to be here for you tomorrow."

I pulled away, confused, "What do you mean, Klaus? You're always here for me."

Klaus sighed, "I meant for the curse tomorrow."

I tensed up I cleared my throat, which had become dry all of a sudden.

"I will understand if you would like to be alone."

"I almost forgot about it, to be honest. There's just been so much going on. So do you think I can do it?" Klaus frowned.

"Luna, don't doubt yourself, you can do this. I believe in you, as you believe in me. I will change with you if you want. I will do anything I can to help you through it...whatever you need...whatever it takes..."

I nodded into his chest. I didn't know how I was going to pull off saving, both Hayley and my niece.

Dealing with the curse alone would feel overbearing and stressful. But with Klaus, I knew the curse would become not so overbearing and stressful. A huge weight lifted off of my shoulders imagining him there with me.

I believed I could do it because he told me I could.

Klaus couldn't save me from everything.

My wolf curse was one of them.

He couldn't stop every bone in my body from breaking. He couldn't stop the rise of the full moon.

But Klaus had the ability to make me feel better when no one else could.

With him, for me, everything was better.

With him, my future, was more certain.

I could do it.

I would do it.

All because he believed in me...as I believed in him...